Quotes About Frustration

Damn it, Roarke, he's going to come back and poke at me, and try to make me drink one of his weird brews. I just need a hot shower. Let me up. Have a heart." "I do, and it's yours.

It stunned him how much he could want her still, baffled him that she could be blind to how helpless he was under the clawing need for her. It infuriated him that she could, simply by existing, be his weakness. 'Hold

traffic was as mean as a constipated lion

Don't ask. We're all but done for in any case, taking that Fiona couldn't hit a cow's arse with a banjo, and Paddy and Maureen both cheat like tinkers at a fair. What are you talking about? Why would anybody hit a cow with a banjo? He only smiled. The point is, Fiona couldn't so we'll be done soon enough.

She wondered why things always took longer than you wanted them to take, unless you wanted them to take a lot longer—then they didn't take nearly long enough. Time sucked.

I've got to get out of this place," he said as he eased back. "That's God's shining truth. I can only breathe in cop for so long without choking." "Hey." He tapped his finger on her chin. "Excepting one.

He couldn't lead himself out of a room made of doors.

She closed her eyes a moment, tried her meditation mantra -- F*ck this, f*ck this, f*ck this -- to clear her mind.

I love you, Eve. Nothing changes that, nothing could. But Christ, you piss me off.

Well, it's stupid, and it's no wonder people are perpetually fucked up, as nobody can depend on something as basic as February. Which is already screwed up because it insists on having less days, then adding one like a little prize every four years even though everybody wants February to get the hell over so we can move on.

What do you mean SOS?" "Same old shit, Dickie. It's always SOS with you.

The frustration he felt was only with himself, for being so impossibly driven he might, at any moment, beg.

Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and haven't killed any of them?

Quero vê-lo morto, mas ele já está morto - Roarke fletiu os nós dos dedos doridos. - Por isso não posso fazer nada. E ainda assim, quero enfiar-lhe os punhos na cara; queria ter-lhe arrancado o coração do peito antes mesmo de ele ter encostado um dedo em ti. Daria tudo o que tenho se o pudesse fazer. Mas em vez disso, não posso fazer nada.

demonstrate she attempted to slam her fist on her knee, missed and caught the medic in the crotch.

Puss head," Eve muttered as she slammed into the Blue Squirrel.

Too many meetings. I'd go psycho if I had to face days stuffed with meetings. There are all these people in them.

That was the woman he loved, no matter how much she could--and did--infuriate him.

I've been irritated since I met you.

Like much else nowadays I leave it feeling stupid, like a man who lost his way long ago but presses on along a road that may lead nowhere.

Bueno, está claro que no es fácil tener una conversación humana contigo, joven David. Creo que voy a buscar a otra persona con la que hablar.

del amor, o al menos del anhelo de sus más urgentes manifestaciones, surgen la frustración, las dudas y la amargura.

For once you yourself cease to take pleasure in the common enjoyments of life, you hate the normal man who is so much more fortunate than yourself.

Christ, don't you ever knock? It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?